Heroism is for the brave
Fanaticism is for the depraved
Iconoclasts of today
Are the outcasts of yesterday

Oh, don't lose that beautiful, true flame
Of the ravenous blues, comes the sickly light
It flickers and rustles, untamed instead

Watch as the orange core of your robust fire
Reflects your life and love, walks here and there
It shall rattle your soul till it dims

Love hath captured, ensnared and cracked!
The yellow eye of the King Cobra peers
But, it does not let you leave in case you die

You will slip out of people's empty lives
Quench your thirst from their ample wine cellars
And slither into their beds and **** them

In complete reverie, unknowingly in love
You will know the meaning of being mad

If I call you on a stormy night
Will you pick up
The rain is pouring
My heart is torn

Is this the way to be apart
The movies we watched
Memories we shared
The moments when we cared for each other

All of this washed into an endless ocean
Or we just forgot that those emotions existed
Are we really that alone?
To forgive and forget seems hard

But the words can't be saved
The punches can't be pulled
I'll keep my distance
There's a way to know that you're gone

I call inside in my heart
The emptiness calls out to me
My own name
Reverberates

Kizu no sayōnara arigatōgozaimashita kono sensei wa kawaranai
Watashi wa kyōshi to ***** hataraite doko wara, tsunaida
Olen yhteydessä,

I raid my black
Freely played my clothed skin
Salted on the wounds of Appolonius
Why not sneeze, when I share your scent?
I stand soldered in stone, imprisoned by no words
Mindful, these are mendacious streets, inhabited by none
If I am soldered in the streets, I should always be moving.
Too bad, I thought of the statue of studious derelict breaking pulses
Silence is the tool of fools.
Rays of Sunshine on us all.

Nature gives
It takes
You remind me
Of the nurturing
Arms of the breeze
It took my breath away
But gave you a stride
In the cold winter
Under the stare
Often brushing the trees cold and bare

This is all I need
To keep you here
My world is empty
Without your embrace

Where goes the sun
It wishes for someone

On a golden ring

It's okay as long as it is love
But, it hurts and it's no surprise
This is too much to deny
But, that's alright

How much can I hide
There is so much to say
What is going on inside
Is a lover game

On a golden ring

The streetlights move past the ramifications of my past doubts
Simply, the streets are where a person can spend their life
You could be effectively homeless
And this philosophy could imply to you if the latter seems more probable
Pride is one thing when you lack intellect, but, if you are impressionable to the current literature
Then rhetoric can help you repair the past
Hmm,
Can you see me?
You do not know the immensity of your pellucid self.
I suppose you seldom read a person's thoughts
Diagrammatically, and as a diagnosis
You are feeling bad about how life piled up, and you couldn't make out for the little things?
How about the regrets and the problems solved with lovers in doubt?
The mind tells you not to ackowledge loss of sensation

The voiceless shores of Ancient Greece
If we are constituting heroes in Greek mythology
Tiresias what do you saidst the will of Zeus
One, the one hath been blessed
Like the music in my ears
That who doubt my prophecy
Worldly truths tell of a boy of otherworldy strength
Nether broad, but, pure
Hera burns in red blush as her eyebrows furrow
The sin is complete and so is the milky way
Where the divine milk hath flown
Iphicles may cry a plenty tears
The charioteer Iolaus is born from the split
As bright as the azure complexion of the sea
Heracles runs like the blue skies, now
The wind fastens him and his power
Two snakes may fast approach their demise
The day fast approaches when his virtues outlive the vice
A broken lyre abrogates his penance towards music
A golden apple rests on Megara's tunic
The daughter of King Creon in Thebes
But the God yields to anger of his ego
As this lover faces her happiness endeth
Heracles rests and pursues the Nemean lion
First of his hard labors under Eurystheus' scion
Proceed the Lernaedan Hydra of immense spine
Two for one and a head for all
Twice ahead and none shall fall
As the final call, Hera sends the mightiest of them all
Iolaus aids in the downfall
A captor may miss the Golden Hind Of Artemis
Buttressed arrows shall never lose or run amiss
Heracles runs as the wind does, however, carries some abuse
It eluded him a year till vast effuse
The pavilion was set on trust quite ostensibe
To conquer every existing monster
In this primordial nature
The Erymanthian boar, who dare deny
The world was ruled by forests once
There were lances as Pholus took his chances
A gift from Bacchus held the balances
Often, the strength of such wine needed tempering
The hero of the peregrination asked for him to open his cask
The wine attracted centaurs far and wide
The divide made the labor a slightly precarious task
Many of the centaurs died from the arrows
The teacher of Achilles' took them in
His name was Chiron
He was the wisest of them all
As well as civil
Poseidon is beguiled to rage and cavil
As Hera reconciles with her child after many, many years
Developing a fond kinship with love to attest to
Heracles also lost to Dionysus in a drinking contest
One may say the voices are still heard
From the remnants of Heracles apotheosis
Came a soul worthy of Mount Olympus told by sages
And lovers that existed and stood the tests
Illud erat vivere
The embers of the golden summer spent in joy
Burnt out with the sacking of Troy

Take me to this river
Of dreams
In which I seem to love diving into without knowledge
Without the depth
And the age of the river
It isn't worth swimming
Take me to this river
The sixteen hours that pass by in the day
Seem like the nights are longer
In this moment in time
If the thighs linger on the shores of a dock of the bay
The carefree youth of air touching your face
The hair leaving your slandered mind
Scalded by the hot water
By, the very river that keeps you in my mind
Keeping a couple of purgatory's memories
Sitting on a portal full of doubt
The love is in this water body
The meandering brook perspicuously describes my life
Away from the clear waters
Take me away from the river
The reflection is palpable
The satin is reflected in the breathable satin dress

In my life
Trenchant
Tests and timbre
Keeps me in harmony
With life's haste
Apps of my phone
Smarter than
Me in keeping
with
My heartbeat

Years go by
By the fears
The tears
Stream
Down
The cheeks
Dried by the shears
Of the wool
Placed
Over men's eyes
Blind
To Women
I find
My demeanor
Like the creator
Of all this beauty
The painter
Sits in my manor
These are the tenebrous
Feelings
Of being pecunious
Arduously
Surreal

I looked for inspiration
For so long, when you
Arrived, I had none left

As I feel the wind blowing
In an easterly wave
The sun rises again
The heart of the forest
Is waking up to the rain
The cold mist of the mountains above
The fire of the years of an ancient Sun
And a heart filled with pain

Warm inside but cold to the touch

As the wind blows
I touch the Earth
For something I can't let go
The way of the Earth
Some places wake up earlier than the rest
I look at the skies above

I leave the places
Where I had kept memories abode
Where my life had found meaning
When I was lost

I leave the city
As sun rays pave
The way for the journey
Moving ahead
My memories will turn to dust

Life's journey if you find a place
In the Sun
Where all life blossoms with love

Into the desert
Drier than a lizard's tongue
My home was better than
My need to leave for more purpose

Life's journey if you find a place
In the Sun
Where all life blossoms with love

Just like contemporary dreams
Get shattered by the very hand
That dreams them up
Don't leave your land
If you aren't sure first

The simplest words
Make the best explanations
And the toughest paths
Lead to surreal destinations

While good things comes when you wait
Life rewards the greats
Seizing the fire, defying logic
It is a numbers game, you helped me hear the music

If you stopped thinking
And started working
You could be the greatest thinker alive

My mind is awake
At night
Because it worries
How your day was
Thus, my heart does not rest

In this short life
Share
Your precious time with others

The sun shines brightly
Buds, bees, and carefree breeze
Leaves feed off the heat

Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure

That the fish are where the sun lifts it's rays
Away from cities
In a civilization of their own
Where you cannot hear a lark
Only the streams of dark state the passage of life
Should we stir life everywhere there is a way
Lock ourselves and become dependent on the stingrays
Maybe we should sleep with them

Can you pack up your suitcases
Full of possessions
And weigh in on the road of life
Can you remove inhibitions
And provoke people
By telling them changing beliefs is right
Can you evoke someone's innocence
Make them imagine
The struggle of right and wrong
Maybe, when we are children
The battered suitcases and torn clothes
Are a sign of the changing times?

If you're lost in the forest among the dying trees
And the river in you runs cold
A gentle breeze sails through the tapestry of brittle leaves
In the icy midst of winter

Invoking a long lost friend
That melts the crystal streams
Crawls through the warm earth
Awakens the entire forest in a collective chorus

If you've never felt your heartbeat
Then I hope you find the right moment
That sweeps you off your feet
Suddenly life will make sense

The value of power
Is in the hand of the employed men
Then, why do we consider the power currently
In the hands of authorities, an unrighteous force?
Christianity, considers power an unrighteous sin
A powerful force that can carry out the most immoral actions
Hence, the more you understand the ideas of God, the more you will realize
That our established societies break the boundaries
Of what is correct and incorrect, just to sway from this unequal force
Will deny that most of our ideals are equivocal or questionable
But, what about our wants
Let us ask ourselves, is it wrong to want liberty?
Maybe, according to Aristotle who said the city-state need not
Necessarily promote liberty

Sycamore Trees
Savior Birds
Flutter
Over
Me
I lay on the grass
With her plucked leaf
With the Autumn breeze
In my hair

The wind pressed its ears against the window
The prisoner of the house listened intently
To the howling outside
And the wind could hear the torrent of a broken heart
Emulating every impulse

And grass would be wiped from every meadow
Leaving only dust and rocks gathered neatly
With the protests growing wild
And the fire would break out in the town square
The crowd would pulsate with repulsion for the raging bulls

The prisoner of the house would keep his teapot
Neatly beside his teacups, cured meats, and salt shakers
Meticulously tidying his room till the clothes were piled
Into a single stack of leggings, pants, and blazers
The momentum of the mobs grew louder

Each fellow entered the street
In a slew of curses, and accompanying picketing folk
They were all holding scarecrows and burning cars
The whole town was dead and the hearts were on fire
The raging fire couldn't be tamed by the cold

Those imprisoned in their house
Had never seen such a fire
But they only heard the wind with intent ears
And carried on their daily tasks in lonely homes
And the fields were empty, and the streets were in tears

Norman grew a beard
For old times
Sake, salacious in every respect.

Many bridges to cross
And seas to speed
Through
Myriad of cities to come across
But I never found you so
In a  manner so serendipitous
*Like a rolling stone gathers no
Moss

I'd like to believe that our bodies
Are made of stardust
But, when I'm without you
My love is lost in the vastness of space

It will take lightyears of searching
And the cosmos shall bid our lonely planet
Farewell

Keeps me
Reviled
Vicious cycle
Of Understanding
Of which I lack

She had kissed me days ago
After school
Now a memory
On a warm afternoon

I have books filled with her
Verse after verse
In search for the truth
She's poetry in motion

Lies seem sweeter
When I look into those eyes
That hide the love
Inside

On the bell tower, rules
The time as it lowers
The prisoners along with his cruel crimes
The chirping raven learns to chime
With each falling fool
Timekeepers die

You wrote in a page of my notebook
My personal diary
A collection of memories, thoughts, and outpouring
I've written many more pages since then

Even filled a notebook or two
Look at how far I've come

In a tussle of the wind
The trees shed their leaves
This fall
No one to tousle their flowers

I'm darker than the deepest sea
Lighter than the shallow breeze

Hyvää päivää kultaseni
Asut tässä akatemiassa, joka aiheuttaa tulipalon kirjoittamiseen
Puhutko, elokuvka tsyktoisita puhutken
anteeksi, puhutko englanti olen kiellety miella juomassa
puhun ko tunen tsyokentelen oikeuden
anteeksi, sai vaella olenu paina jaeollata
Nukuua ei kuusi, menanko kuressa
nolla, iksi oppi suomessu
minu numirber kelja seits ja seitsemantoista
kun ootoo ekystit someksi silti laulletan

Living in the metropolis of tumescence of vast objectivity
Rabbles and roads and rolling ditches, some damsel being diminutive
Rambunctious raucous youths of roaring tigers in rearing farms
Raging lions in the rhapsody of bellicose bullish belligerence like diction
A corporeal of positively rhapsodic feeling ****** with George and gorges, protean germinus
The syllabi of syllogisms and schisms and oysters smitten truth and hidden haikus
Forsakes scientific fact and *****-shriveling act perniciously for thespian spring fixes
Invectives, ice, and censuring fornicate in an intermittent visceral vision of eternal springs
Of attainable wisdom willfully stirs the ***
Inferrable this clear existence in this penetrable mind can be called pleasant and puerile
Unperturbed and undulating do not work together unless zaftig and scrumptious like scones on summer sign
About your corsets strangulating and stifling your instincts' seceding their senses to the serene providence
Adumbrating the vacillating mind of a God-like might
Stagnancy stoking storied sullen somnambulant sadistically serried, Zeus caring and giving
Dreaming is a pain, dreaming is a chain
But, not in a maiden's caregiving nature
It isn't rudimentary to eat at each letter of this basal dictionary, as words expand in the context
Like the word is word, so spread it and mean it
Just like your legs, just to make sure that the words don't hurt

I knew that irksome emotion
Had emptied the vessel of devotion
They did want me as captain or King
I wanted them three times more than being ordinary
That's the ardor I had once
I was deceived twice and let the matter be once

What grew jarring was the stuttering
When I lost my spirit
Bit by bit my heart grew terse and blithe
Little did my confidence help me keep my wits
I went through the works of Emerson and Whitman
I immersed myself in the light of wine
I lost sight of the darkness of time

I know I married a poet
When I see through their will
The stretch of time washes through thine eye
None had ever scared him only my wish
T'was the wind dimming that saw me sinking
As vision of land and seething water
That brought the emptiness in my soulless win

I know I'll find some love and pain
To me, they are friends just the same
So take me somewhere
The world ends in a couple of hours

In my life, the rain pours on the flowers
As I drag this ragged body through deserts
So take me somewhere known
Where the streets have hope

These dreams and desires
Shall miss the dawn's fire
So take me somewhere
As the thunder dies as it rains

Will this last day come back once more
Remind me of the sweet love I missed?
Take me somewhere nice
As the sun sets on my life

I have so many words to say
But my mind is constantly
Averting a crisis daily
It is in a state of flux that I can't explain

As I scratch and scrape for the emotions
My heart cannot tell its difficult story
But my poetry goes through the motions
It searches for words, that I write spontaneously

Some love the boys
Some love the beach
Some love the sun
Some leave the sunshine behind
Some find it in moonshine brands and goblets

The leaves are playing
This autumn
You are the solitary bird
Singing to the wind that hushes trees

When friends come and go
You are the silence
That fills the emptiness
Inside me

There is no warmth when
The trees are without leaves
My heart is bare and cold
Still looking for a lazy summer

Equity
Of living
Nuances of the dimming
Souls
I live
I side
With the miniature
Devil
Keeps me
From feeling small
But the God
Inside
Me keeps my
Heart larger
Than my
****** struggles

Drinking on the town
Kicked the dirt off the ground
Kicked out of town
*****'s all around
Under me
Probably learning to get over me
Brothel's clearly opened out
To men
Who have to feed mouths
Kicked the dirt off the ground
But there is no sound
Sexually speaking
There was no woman
To ground
And her innocence
Frowned
"Begging, please, please" she says
I bet that's what she means
Perhaps understanding her
Wasn't enough
But calling her name
Wasn't that tough
Kicked the town off it's feet
The dirt in your shoes
Gives me true grit
And fills my greed
"Your girls come from other towns", I ask
he says "Yes, in deed"
"I gotta ask do they search for meaning"
"Nope, they can't read"
But, boy, can they see

The glutinous substance
Splashes my skin
Dashing by my painless existence
The jesters and clowns make sarcastic remarks
On this canvas of Jackson *******
Looks like the acrylic broke on the acrid stains
It was a hot mess and the red beset with the randomness
A crazed mind, I was lost in the screaming of intellect
The critics defined the bane of my reality
I was splashing dashes of excellence beyond my time
Which felt like a crumpled paper of exploited emotions
Employing my craze in this painting of a thousand memories
It isn't realistic, but, it's probably me

I wish you were near me
In ways that bring my soul
To see clearly that
It is easier than reaching the destiny
To have you close to my arms

I wish you
Were near me
To make love to me
Hear my beating heart
As often the stars twinkle above me

I wish you were near me
As close as we are to
Reaching Mars
I hope we get there together, tonight
And build civilization

This one thing
I love about you
Is easier to tell you
Then to hold the love in
Believe me, that's true
Indeed
I wish you were near me

There was a lot to take
From the stranger to this lake
Where I learned to read books
With pages as dry as they were fair
Cheeks as wet as the rain
Not despair just skipping
A page in my life
Tears the whole passage
As I rush to break the suspense
Of not knowing what happened next


Instead finding the mystery to life
My mysterious heart just died a little inside
Not seeing my friends and family make it past
The future that was I thought
Would last
Me for a lifetime among similar life forms


Being Misinformed

Think about me
Pick up a phone
Once spoken, you know
Love is the only word
That binds us in torn hearts
Patching us up like broken birds
That haven't flown after dark